especially when it is drizzling outside. the sound and smell of the rain calm my soul.
it is the perfect mood for reading, meditating, and sometimes writing. all the things that i love.
and you, of course. dear you, who's sitting across the coffee table, hiding behind your screen.
your presence comforts me. over the years, you have come to learn what makes me completely at ease - some space to thrive on my own, but not too much that i start to feel anxious.
i look up at you and give you the puppy eye. you get up immediately, knowing exactly what i'm thinking about. you read me like an open book.
you hand me my cup of coffee, perfectly brewed to my liking. my heart beats a little faster at the smell of the coffee, and the kiss that you plant on my forehead.
this is perfect, i thought to myself.
and if only perfection exists.
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